The Second Post

After re-reading my first post multiple times, I think I'll try to build myself into... well, this.

First, you'll notice my title is "Atari Speaks." My name is not Atari, but I always enjoyed the Atari 2600 game system. In fact, 2600 is the number for a hacker publication, and I've aways been rather good with computers. I figure: it fits. Anyway, my real name isn't that important, so Atari 2600 works fine. I value my anonymity at this point, but I need a name.

I don't know where else to start from there. Everything began in April, but this mess didn't start until months later. My mind is a mess. I want to just blab it all out, but really, without some kind of a background, what good would it do to tell you. You'd judge me, like everyone else will.

I hope, for your sake, you never do anything you regret. Revenge is a powerful motivator, but I never realized what its success would feel like. I thought I would feel relief or happiness or satisfaction or closure... But I get nothing. Nothing but fear. Nothing but the constant anxiety of whether someone is coming. Whether this is the moment it's all over and they find me.

I swear I will get this out at some point. My fingers just won't type it.